思想掠过我的心上,如一群野鹘飞过天空。我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.I hear the voice of their wings .
我们都是自己思想的囚徒,只是有些人建造了更坚固的牢笼。
The sculptor must search with passionate intensity for the hidden significance of life.
成功是唯一的选择,失败不是。